Tasting Nora-Pleasing Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 150

150–Nora Is Playing Us All 

Nash: 

“Dad! It’s bad,” I approached my father, who was standing next to Ryker, discussing the happenings of the pack and the fog–covered 

areas. 

“Please tell me there are no more casualties,” Dad insisted, his old eyes carrying hopes. This was the lowest our pack had been. There had been many wars in the past, but never so many creatures attacking us all at 

once. 

“There were some young warriors found dead near the woods,” it broke my heart to deliver that news to my family. 

“What happened to them?” Dad inquired in a shattered voice. 

“The same symptoms. They just had their eyes wide open and their bodies turned blue and so cold,” I explained, watching him sigh and put his hand on his forehead. It wasn’t easy for someone to kill a werewolf unless they had a silver bullet or weapon. 

But these dead bodies didn’t have any specific wounds. So whatever was killing them was a silent yet deadly killer. 

“What news do you have?” Dad then turned to Ryker, his eyes looking 

so tired. 

“The fog is not from the monsters, but there have been some cases where people have claimed to see pack members standing in a row and not moving at all,” Ryker explained. 

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“I hope it’s not them,” Dad almost wept in fear for the pack members. 

“Let’s tell everyone to stay at home and avoid the fog,” somebody had to take a step forward; being afraid and only looking for dead bodies. was not going to work. 

“And what about Nora? Did anyone pick her up from school?” Dad’s fear doubled when mentioning her. 

“Don’t worry, I sorted Silas out for that work,” Ryker answered. I noticed he had been very disturbed since morning. 

“Okay! I’ll go ask someone to find Cain,” Dad could barely hold himself up. He was not in a state to deal with so much mess happening around. His pain for his pack members was visible from the way he was hurrying for them. Once Dad walked into the building to meet up with the councilors, I stepped closer to Ryker. 

“What is going on?” I asked him, worried for his well–being. 

“Honestly, I told Dad whatever I knew,” he replied but got a headshake from me. 

“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about you. Are you upset that Nora took a ride with Brody this morning and not you?” I knew my brother’s ego was big, mine was too. And we shared an interest in not liking Brody. In fact, we didn’t like anyone mingling with us. 

“No!” Ryker hissed, but his tone itself told me that was the reason. 

“Come on. She’s dating him. Whether we like it or not, he’s her boyfriend, so obviously she would pick him over us all the time,” I thought I was helping, but the way Ryker turned to me and grunted, I realized it was more serious than I thought. 

Maybe that’s why she felt so sexually aroused by Ryker. His aggression 

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and possessiveness must have given her the hint. But nothing could be done anymore. 

She was dating someone and even though it was hurting me too, I had decided to keep quiet. I knew that if I lashed out, there would be no turning back. 

I’ve been handling my anger and rage pretty well these days. 

“You know about it. Did she tell you she’s dating him?” Ryker asked, his eyes warning me to think carefully before I responded. 

“Ryker! She is dating him. I know because she said it herself. Let’s calm down and deal with the pack’s issues. We can sort out the rest later.” I patted his arm and walked away to visit the whistler. 

As I headed towards the prison, I spotted someone standing in the distance with her arms wrapped around her stomach. 

It wasn’t a mystery who she was. The way she waited for me made it clear it was Daphne. 

I clenched my fists and groaned, trying to walk past her, but she swiftly rushed and blocked my way. 

“Daphne! This is really immature,” I hissed at her, giving her a stern headshake to show I wasn’t playing around. 

After what happened on the trip, there was nothing left between us to talk about or sort out. 

“You’ve been avoiding my calls and texts,” she said softly, her eyes swollen and her face almost blue as if she had been feeling cold. 

“And you don’t know why?” I raised a brow at her, trying to understand where she got the courage to contact me after everything.